Earlier tonight I was having a shower.
I was having a shower, relaxing, psyching myself up to cook the complicated, fiddly lasagne that daz had requested as his birthday dinner.
And I was standing in the shower, with my eyes closed, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair. And it does take a while, because I have a shitload of hair.
But when I opened my eyes, I saw a torrent of water, running out of the shower, under the bathroom door, straight into my office.
The relaxing part of the shower ended there.
Luckily I had my christmas present form Emjay handy to help me recover from the startling experience.
I picked it up from my mother yesterday when we met for lunch in a middle town.
I also ate an extremely large breakfast pizza. The mushrooms were especially good.
I am off to the kitchen now to cook.
One of my least favourite activities.
It really sucks how family members get to pick their favourite meals as their birthday dinners and I have to cook it. How the hell did that rule ever get to come into play anyway.
Bet you right here, right now, that none of the bastards would even know what my favourite meal is, let alone how to cook it.